Sash, chief mechanic of the starship Anthon has spent her entire life coursing through space. She’s never gotten sick before. Ever. But as they approach planet Lannar, all kinds of weird and not so wonderful things begin
happening to her body, and when she sets eyes on the gorgeous Kade, leader of Lannar, all kinds of weird and very wonderful things begin happening to her libido.The minute Kade sets eyes on the alpha Earth woman he knows she’s his mate. How it’s possible that an Earth woman is the mate for a shape shifting panther, he’s not sure. All he knows is that there is only one way to help ease the pain in her body and make her first transformation easier. Through mating. And there is only way to mark her as his mate. Through submissionBut will the Earth woman be strong enough to mate with the alpha panther inside him, yet submissive enough to allow him to claim her?
Cathryn says: About a year ago I took my dog to the vet. While there my daughter decided to pet the veterinarian’s cat that freely roamed the waiting room. This cat turned around and bit my daughter on the arm. It didn’t draw blood, but it left a scratch mark. I couldn’t believe it. I told the receptionist what happened. She shrugged and with casual nonchalance, said, “That’s never happened before.”
I got to thinking, what if my daughter caught something rare from the cat. We’ve all heard of Cat Scratch Fever. So my story Panther’s Pleasure evolved from that one incident. I’m still not very happy that the receptionist was so nonchalant about the whole cat bite though!
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Twigs crunched and snapped beneath Sash’s booted feet. Ever determined to reach whatever it was beckoning her, she moved deeper into the jungle. With stealth and precision, she ventured farther into the rough terrain, dodging the low slung branches, and carefully stepping over fallen trees.
With each step, the pain in her body amplified, making her trek that
much more difficult. Her head felt heavy, her eyes stung. An incessant ache began at the back of her neck and traveled all the way down her spine.
She glanced up. The thick canopy of leaves blocked the moon, darkening her path. Despite the pain biting at her body, her other senses came to life. Not only could she hear the wildlife as though they were up close and personal, she could feel their presence, and somehow see the unlit path before her.
Once again the strong animalistic scent emanating from the man in the docking station curled around her. The wildlife suddenly went silent. She knew he was here, watching her, even before she saw him. Holding her stomach, she spun around, searching. She should be afraid, she knew, but when she saw him standing in the shadows, she sensed she’d stumbled upon the very thing that had been beckoning her. Her mouth opened but before she could get any words out, he spoke.
He stepped toward her. “Are you okay?”
She caught his glance and swallowed. Hard. Of course she wasn’t okay. How could he possibly expect her to be okay when those gorgeous green eyes were undressing her, and devouring her and she was too damn ill to lay herself out like a buffet. She lifted her chin. “Yes,” she replied firmly, suspecting he’d followed her on purpose after that heated exchange they had back at the docking station. Either that or she was in big trouble for breaching the boundaries.
Long determined steps closed the distance between them. He leaned
forward, crowding her. He cocked his head, his green eyes fairly glowing, an aura of ferociousness about him.
One large hand touched her elbow and tugged gently until her body
collided with his. He brought his mouth close to hers. As her flesh absorbed his heat, her libido roared to life in a way it never had before. Christ, she knew she had a healthy sexual appetite but the sudden cravings for this man both frightened and excited her. He slipped his arms around her waist and rested his large hands on the small of her back.
What kind of strange, primal power did he have over her?
“What’s your name, little one?” he breathed the words into her mouth.
His warm breath fanned out over her flesh making her feel wild with
need. Ensconced in the circle of his arms, the sudden need to touch him in return overwhelmed her. When he dipped his head and brought one hand around to touch her cheek, she had to lock her knees to avoid collapsing. The look in his eyes made her forget every sane thought. His fingers brushed against her flesh as he tucked a wayward lock behind her ear. The intimate contact easing her pain in some mysterious way. Her legs began to quiver, and she became hyper aware of the moistness in her panties.
She cocked her head. “What’s yours?” she countered.
His eyes narrowed and she suspected he wasn’t a man who liked to be toyed with.
“Tell me your name,” he repeated again, firmly. Lord, she could have
sworn she heard him growl, deep in his throat. When she still didn’t answer, he offered her a smile that stirred all her senses and had her resolve melting like sugar in water.
“Sash,” he said as though tasting her name. His dark tone sent shivers skittering down her spine. “Sash,” he said again, letting that one syllable roll off his tongue.
She furrowed her brow, studying his intoxicating green eyes, his pitch black hair, and his unshaven face. “Do I know you?”
He hesitated and pulled back slightly. His voice dropped an octave. “No you don’t know me.”
She searched her memory. “I think we’ve met.”
He touched her cheek and a weird tingling began in her bloodstream. “My name is Kade,” he said softly. “I am here to help you.”
She balked and furrowed her brow. “Help me? How? Who said I needed help?” Had Link sent him after her, knowing how desperately she needed the old grease job and oil change? “Was it Link?”
He blew an exasperated breath and angled his head. “You know, you ask an awful lot of questions for a woman who is in pain.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, making saliva pool in her own mouth. He crushed her against his chest, and joined them, pelvis to pelvis. She quaked under his touch and became aware of the passion rising in him.
She straightened. “Who says I’m in pain?”
“How the hell-” She stepped back, assessing him. But the further she
moved away from him, the worse she felt.
He cupped her elbow and drew her back. He brought his mouth to hers and pitched his voice low. “Kiss me, Sash, and let me make love to you. It will help take care of the pain.”
If her head didn’t hurt so damn bad, she would have thrown it back and hooted. She settled for a half-hearted snort instead. “What the hell kind of pick up line is that?”
“It’s not a line, it’s our way?”
She cocked her head, studying him. “Are you for real?”
He waved his hand around the jungle. “Things are different here on Lannar.”
She snorted. “So you’re telling me if I have sex with you it will make me feel better?” Man, the guys are the ship are going to love this angle, she mused.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
Her gaze panned him as she considered things longer. If this hot delusional alien thinks sex will cure her illness who is she to tell him different? “Are you talking full blown-”
Clearly flabbergasted, he cut her off and said, “Enough questions.” He smashed his lips to hers.
Do you think that the receptionist would have been equally nonchalant if she had been the one scratched? Betcha she wouldn’t have been, so what would you have done if you were Cathryn?